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jueves, 11 de noviembre de 2021

Mad Girl's Love Song, Poem By Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

 

«Canción de amor de la joven loca»

Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere;
Levanto los párpados y nace todo nuevamente.
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Las estrellas salen valseando en azul y rojo,
Y arbitraria ingresa galopando la negrura:
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere.

Soñé que me hechizabas en la cama
Cantabas el sonido de la luna, me besabas locamente.
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Dios cae del cielo, las llamas del infierno se evaporan:
Escapan serafines y soldados de Satán:
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere.

Imaginé que volverías como dijiste,
Pero envejezco y olvidé tu nombre.
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Debí haber amado al pájaro de trueno, no a ti;
Al menos cuando llega la primavera ruge otra vez.
Cierro los ojos y el mundo muere.
(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

 

lunes, 2 de noviembre de 2020

Sylvia Plath


The nurse was due to arrive at nine on the morning of February 11, 1963, to help Plath with the care of her children. Upon arrival, she could not get into the flat but eventually gained access with the help of a workman, Charles Langridge. They found Plath dead of carbon monoxide poisoning with her head in the oven, having sealed the rooms between her and her sleeping children with tape, towels and cloths. At approximately 4:30 a.m. Plath had placed her head in the oven, with the gas turned on. She was 30 years old.